An Angel Whispered

Posted on August 9, 2021 by admin

 

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AN ANGEL WHISPERED

H.W. Bryce

 

I knelt beside her grave, alone and lost,

Not knowing how to grieve,

Still not able to believe,

For life had dealt to us its double-cross.

 

I scanned the tombstone garden, heard the sound

As others seemed to cope,

But still I found no hope,

For wrapped in chains of grief I still was bound.

 

I went into the chapel there and knelt.

I tried to pray, I wept                  

for all the love I kept,

But still no solace there I felt.

           

But just as I gave up on life, and fear,

I heard a voice, all faint

Yet clear, and then I knew, —

For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.                    

 

Do not despair, it said, your path is clear

For though your love’s no longer here

Her spirit will forever linger near

She says her thanks for keeping up your vow.

 

That angel’s voice it soothed my nerves somehow

And now I have the strength

To be what I can be

And I will be so much the stronger now.

 

Yes I heard an angel whisper in my ear,

I’ve nothing now to fear;

I walk in peace – I shed no tear,

For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.

— —

 

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Do Not Sing

Posted on August 6, 2021 by admin

 

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Do Not Sing                                                                   BLOGGED Sept 3, 2018

H. W. Bryce

 

Do not sing this siren’s evil song

Her words do cut like laser sword

Resist, resist, for pity’s sake

 

She will seduce you ’ere too long

If you should dally in her sward

Do not sing this devil’s evil song

 

You do not have to go along

Defy, defy her tempting chord

Resist, resist, for future’s sake

 

You do so know the right from wrong

You do so know how eagles soared

Do not sing this siren’s tempting song

 

You can learn to sing a better song

Do not adopt her as your lord

Resist, resist, for honour’s sake

 

Gird your loin and practise to be strong

Or she will sing upon your wake

Do not sing this siren’s devil song

Resist, resist, for pity’s sake

 

—

 

Do Not Sing this siren’s song

 

–for me the song was Sugar and all things Sweet

And this siren leads you into the house of diabetes

And for some, the house of Alzheimer’s / dementia

 

–for today’s youth, it is all things drug

Do not give in to temptations, she is the siren of death, swift or slow

And she will take you down!

She will invite you into the house of Beelzebub

— —

Do not buy into catles in the air

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Therapy

Posted on August 5, 2021 by admin

 

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Therapy

-Jly 26, 2021

H. W. Bryce

 

As I watched her suffer pain and weary of all sympathy,

I felt forlorn, my mood was torn, ’tween anger and of empathy;

I could not fix her ills, there was no healing voice,

And search as hard as search I could, I still could find no choice.

 

I could not live in such a state depressed

Without a way for happiness to be expressed;

I lived in fear that I’d embrace misathropy–

There was no doubt, I gravely needed therapy.

 

And so I joined like-minded minds and found some sympathy,

And now my world is like a little symphony

I say my pain in rhyme and pass it off without a fee–

I read it to the group and walk away quite free!

 

In sum, I find my path to peacefulness is this:

Accept my fate and fight her fight to cure all this.

 

— —

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The Victor

Posted on August 5, 2021 by admin

 

THE VICTOR

H. W. Bryce

The road was hard,

The battle bitter,

And though you proved indeed

To be a worthy foe,

Your cause was wrong,

Your tactics merely spite,

And she it was who fought

The better bitter fight.

 

You can steal her memory,

And even take her life,

But you cannot erase

Her many helpful deeds,

For all good works by her

Already have been done:

So you have lost the war,

Already she has won!

So you may wrack her body,

But you can never take her soul,

For the “She” remains complete

And you shall pay the toll.

For she’s the proven Victor,

And to the Victor comes the peace,

And she shall dance with angels,

And wear the golden fleece!

The Victor— —

 

This from my book Chasing a Butterfly.

Dedicated to all care givers and their loved ones everywhere.

 

Chasing a Butterfly is available at

https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Butterfly-H-W-Bryce/dp/1460299345

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It Does Not Do well

Posted on July 9, 2021 by admin

 

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IT DOES NOT DO WELL

 

H. W. Bryce

 

“It does not do well to dwell

On dreams

And forget to live.”

 

–Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,

as Harry gazes into the mirror of Erised;
the mirror that looks at the seeker’s deepest desire…

I wrote: re mesmerize.
No poem noted or started.

 

No poet ever made it to the publisher’s house

On dreams alone.

No man ever became an emperor by thinking alone.

That does not happen.

No man ever won his woman but in his daydreams.

She did not hear.

Indeed,

“It does not do well to dwell

On dreams

And forget to live.”

 

Dreams, my friend Puck, are all well and good mid summer

Upon a cloud,

But daydreams nourish not the actions must be taken

To make it real.

Strength of will, it takes, dear dream weaver, to nourish it

Into life.

“It does not do well to dwell

On dreams

And forget to live.”

 

So, buckle up your boot, my dreamer boy, and buckle down

To the job ahead.

To work! Tend to the mundane, lace up your plans and mix your mortar,

Lay foundation.

Build your bricks and lay them out one by one to build your wall,

To make your dream concrete.

“It does not do well to dwell

On dreams

And forget to live.”

 

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My Country, My People

Posted on June 30, 2021 by admin

 

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My Country, My People
H. W. Bryce
Grn mini comp May 1, 2021
I am still angry and upset that my media broke the solemn
Ritual of Remembering – June 6. 1942. Dunkirk. Pivotal
Turning point in the Second World War that won and
preserved our freedom.
I am devastated by the discovery of Indigenous childrens’ graves;
At our ignorance of knowledge, our communal absence of
Compassion and, more importantly, of action to extinguish the
Extinguishment of Peoples.
Here is today’s poem:
My Country, My People
H. W. Bryce
This title and these words taken from Niharika Naik’s poem:
“Fail again. Fail better.” —Samuel Beckett.
My country, my people
Trapped in mediocrity
Born for greatness but no greatness found
We strive but we fail
We try again but we fail better, * and better
And we shall fail spectacularly
After then, we shall see greatness.
Perhaps this century will then belong to us.*
Sometimes faith is hard to keep
As evil creeps into our lives.
Must be strong. Life too short
To waste it on mediocrity and misery– —
My people, strive for greatness,
Build our country, its fate depends on thee,
Remember our forebears, remember our real heroes,
Remember that for our own good, we were born free.
Don’t sell yourself short, don’t sell us out,
Don’t build a company and hawk it for money;
Pass it on, our children deserve continuity,
Something to build on, some faith, some tangible promise kept…
Store your rockets, wear your peace jacket,
Cut out the oratoric racket, unball your fist,
Such tension explains your ill health……..
Save your rage energy to build our country strong.
Remember, we were born free,
and so were they;
Remember. We’re all from the same
family tree.
Scorn not your fellow man
Scorn not what they can
Hold out a helping hand
Let incivility be banned
Wake up Canada, wake up.
Wash your hands of superiority.
Here is a cliche that you CAN live with:
Do you really want to be treated like they were treated?
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If You Could Hold the sun

Posted on June 24, 2021 by admin

 

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IF YOU COULD HOLD THE SUN

 

H. W. Bryce

 

Written in the middle of the night, having woken up numerous times
from after 1:00 am until I got up and paced the floor. The initial idea was
in my head when I woke up. So I sat on the edge of my bed and wrote by
flashlight, so as not to disturb the moon at her work, or to compete with the stars.

 

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

 

Something fanciful

Well, it sure beats the hell out of nightmares~

 

If you could hold the sun, what would you do?

Would you ride sun rays while we thought about

It? Would you share its heat, or hoard it? Would

You shine its light upon seeded fields to

Feed the world?

 

If you could hug the moon, what would you

Whisper in his ear? Would you confide your

Secret fears? Would you ask for favours?

Would you pray for special ways or would you

Share his moonlight to show the lost people

New romances on the night after that

Special full moon in September?

 

If you could dance among the stars, would you

Waltz away your time, or would you shower

down upon the people shares of their light

to make them twinkle? Would you ride upon

the glimmer? Would you ‘ray’ them all to grant

their wishes? Or would you bake them their

favourite dishes?

 

If you could sing in sweet harmony

With all of Heaven’s planets, would you join

Their choir? Would you spin like a top in your

Very own orbit? Would you conduct them

To rain down upon the people charisma

Of their heavenly vibes to heal all wounds

And make peace among all Men?

 

–I wrote in the night:

 

If you had all these dreams come true, would you

Believe in God? Or stand by science, or by a

World by chance? For many would say that such

Universal harmony would make a

Believer out of you,

For such beauty as cannot be random

Surely the making of Man must be a miracle,

One way or another,

By one means or another,

And surely this must make of Man a worshipper

Of SOMEthing.

Fill Man with Awe.

What would you do?

Realize his purpose?

What would you do?

 

Ask the astronaut who rode with them all,

Who has hung in the heavens looking down.

He is humble; he does not grumble.

Would you recognize that which is important?

What would you do?

 

And if you were invited into the

Galaxies, would you slide down the Milky

Way? Would you enter into discussions

With a big black hole? And would you then

Come back down to Earth and share all that you

Know, and tell us this, this outer space is

Filled with love?

 

Would you come home to Earth by sliding down

The telescopic beam?

 

Or would you stay aloft and hug the sun, ride

His sunbeams, glow with the moon, and spend

Eternity playing amongst the stars?

 

What would you do?

 

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